The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

"Thomas." The voice cuts through the noise of the forge, sharp as a chisel striking bad iron. You turn. The Duke is not looking at you. He is looking at the door, where the smoke has begun to curl, black and oily, into the beam of light. You are twelve. You are a page. You want the silver pin. You want to be a man. The opposing force is the reflection in the polished breastplate of the armor...

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